It was the first time he would put on gloves and it made all the difference. Max had a love affair with snow that night. I must admit, it was one of those perfect, quiet, magical nights in a snowfall.
He wasn't too sure footed at first, but he quickly figured snow out.
Mama and Max, loving an adventure.
Max figured out snowballs within minutes and wanted to get my head over and over with snow. He thought he was so funny getting dad cold.
I got back at him through tickles.
Our neighborhood was made for snow. Tree lined streets, mansions made of brick, parks. Even though Max's hands were frozen and snot was running all over his face, we couldn't get him to come in. Eventually we had to bribe him with cookies, to which he succumbed.
Finally, nothing better than a warm bath after an hour in the snow. If you look closely you will see snot running up from his nose to his forehead.